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I. The air falls chill; / The whippoorwill / Pipes lonesomely behind the hill: / The dusk grows dense, / The silence tense; / And lo, the katydids commence.
II. Through shadowy rifts / Of woodland, lifts / The low, slow moon, and upward drifts, / While left and right / The fireflies' light / Swirls eddying in the skirts of Night.
III. O Cloudland, gray / And level, lay / Thy mists across the face of Day!
At foot and head, / Above the dead, / O Dews, weep on uncomforted!